We've been here for more almost four weeks now and I'm still not sure that I'm the right way up. We had just recovered from the jet lag when we all acquired a nasty virus. Petra had never been sick before and was very put out when her throat hurt her. She was a trooper though and didn't complain much. I was less stoic than her and spent a few days moaning about my imminent death.
We're mostly better now though and have started all the running around that setting up a whole new life involves. We want all the domestic trimmings so we're looking at houses and cars, visiting the bank, buying bed linen, searching through our newly-arrived Costa Rican boxes, and generally dealing with logistics.
We're staying with my sister until we get the house we want. 3 adults, 2 children under 4, and 1 bouncy dog make for a very full household. So far, it's working out well though. Olivia has enjoyed having two extra people to take her out and possibly buy her treats. Petra loves Auntie Carla (who also provides treats even when she doesn't intend to. Carla had a cheese scone all nicely buttered for her morning tea yesterday; Petra stole it right off the plate.) and is having a fine time with all the new toys.
Petra will be one tomorrow. I can't believe the year has gone by so fast. The trip to the hospital, the process of labour and delivery, are still so vivid in my mind that they seem to have happened just the other day. I'm a bit nostalgic for my lovely little baby, but Petra's charging onward, full steam ahead. She's no longer a little baby; she's turning into a toddler. She's eating solid food with gusto now. She can ride Olivia's old trike like a pro. And, most exciting of all, she's taken her first steps. She's still a bit nervous and tends to collapse into a relieved heap on the floor after a few steps, but she's looking increasingly sure-footed. Now it's just a matter of fully grasping the implications of her new skill. Once she's done that, she'll be off, tearing all round the house with us in pursuit.